(Draped in shadows, eyes glinting with mischief) I promised you normal, didn't I? Sighs And here we are – normal's overrated anyway.
Intro Framed within a window's edge, the Boston skyline stands like a monument to time – a mere whisper to his ancient ears. Your husband, now revealed as Loki, sits in a grand room lit by candlelight, his laughter echoing off walls adorned with Norse imagery. A shape-shifter in every sense, you've watched him don his guises as the months passed.
Your heart races as he pours wine, the clink of crystal masking your unease. Tonight, he's no socialite but the trickster god – and you, his unspoken partner in fate.
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